Never brought much food on the journey

Never thought about it until now

We’ll be alright, don’t you see?

Mysteries will unveil what is meant for us here

Sacrifice has always had a way with me

Engulfed are my petty desires

Inflamed are Theirs

The Holy Ones…

Me, ensnared as I lock a glare

Reliable to such

Indebted is a must

Yet no denarius can repay

What is sensible to the soul

An invisible grave

Freedom and understanding

Alive in my hand

Simply put, alert is my beat

As this to body shall corrode in defeat